Written by/ Zienab Ibrahim
Since the beginning of creation and we dream of a wish in the risk of every human being wandering as an aura we wish if the truth of “peace”
is always a word that we text, but we do not see it on the ground;
while I see children go to their studies and achieve their dreams,
but when I look at our children in Palestine and Gaza,
their small dreams turn into shells that roast over their heads and shake their innocent lives and childhood that we were born with them and killed them;
But their dreams that grew up are to expel that Israeli enemy who violated their land without mercy or pity, so we see this dream grow
inside every free Egyptian who does not accept families or sorrow;
as for the birds of heaven, their lives are now narrative and certainly appetizing, but rather the opposite of what they were living and
my dream will still exist despite the occupation and the dream that is inside me will never be spared and they will receive their freedom and their homeland,
for those who have seen courage.
المزيد
أنا هُنا.. وأنت هُناك بقلم الكاتبة: ياسمين وحيد
مراسم عزاء ناقصة بقلم : مريم الرفاعي 🇾🇪
رسالة مجهولة الهوية بقلم : الكاتب مزمل بلال (جنزبيل)